Cyrus and Becca took a bus to Hermosa, the next neighborhood to the west of Logan Square.
Cyrus was so exhausted that he could barely think. His feet just led him, one step after another alongside Becca. At least his sister still had focus and energy, but she was more anxious than usual tonight.
“Cy, what did we get ourselves into?” she asked, folding her arms. She stopped next to a green space.
“I’m sorry, Bec, but I’m brain dead right now. Can we not talk about this, please?”
Becca ignored his comment. “That Valentine guy is bad news.”
“Yeah, especially after you ripped into him,” Cyrus said. “He’s a huge asshole. This isn’t going to end well.”
“I keep wondering if I made a mistake in doing a deal with Desmond,” Becca said. “He tried to warn me that things would never be the same a
